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| A tram rolls into the station of the Avean facility. There's a dark shadow on the roof. |
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| NOW ARRIVING AT: RESEARCH STATION SEVEN |
| Sunny exits the tram with a small battery of Avean support workers. |
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| You hear? Squarck's big presentation is today. |
| Ugh, waste of my pluckin' time. Can't believe they're forcing us to go. |
| My samples are gonna expire... |
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* I reckon it's enrichment for the top brass.
* Better to indulge the sad bastards, before they start feeling underappreciated and go stickin' their beaks in our process. |
| Jiro is skulking on the roof of the tram, crouched behind an antenna on the top. |
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| * Now that'll fuck us worse than a twelve on a Richter scale... |
| He scurries across the tram and hopes up to an opening in an overhanging vent shaft. As he hoists himself in Sunny glances up to him, makes sure everying's going to plan. |
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| Jiro crawls through the vent. It's not very spacious in there, and the inner lining is cold and hard. Little dividers, where the sections of vent were welded together, bump against his knees and elbows while he pulls himself past. |
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| Splitscreen: Jiro grits his teeth and pushes onward. Meanwhile, Sunny walks ahead to see whatever Squarck's presentation is be about. |
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